It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. ~P.D. James
I can't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about today. No set plan, an i'm-cool-with-whatever sort of attitude, and an ease with which the day flowed. I'd normally say it was because I awoke naturally with the light of day as it filtered in on the wings of a breeze through my bedroom window, sans alarm clock. That is a good start to any of my days.
After a long hike up the mountain with the dogs, I enjoyed a perfectly brewed cup of coffee with Warren. Ok, make that 2 or 3 cups of coffee. But anyway.... For breakfast I indulged in a first. I cooked waffles for the first time ever. After over-filling the waffle iron, I learned quickly how to achieve the right batter consistency and how to trust that the waffle iron was a capable of cooking all on it's own, without my interference. Pumpkin waffles, presto!
Thinking about my mental to-do list for fall, I asked Warren if he'd build me a shed door this weekend. His face lit up like I had said we'd won the lottery. A man project was in the works. He called up his friend who immediately agreed to join him in the shed door making. And to work they went. Feeling a bit ambitious myself, I winterized my keyhole garden and after that I was feelin a relaxation period was called for so I grabbed my book and read on the futon for a while. When my stomache started growling, I was reminded of the fact I should cook some hearty food for the boys who were workin so hard in the backyard. Since in Idaho time it was 5:00 and thus happy hour, I figured I'd open a bottle of red. You know, to bring out the chef in me. Which of course worked, because what I created in that kitchen was the most savory black bean soup and cornbread, I have made to date.
Later, as night fell, I read my text messages, emails and chatted with one of my sisters. As I caught up on their days, I realized that this easy, breezy, beautiful day was catching for them, too. One sister harvested her summer's bounty and planted in it's place a winter garden. Another sister slept in, started the day later than usual, nd enjoyed a leisure walk and dinner out. She said it was the air today. Something was up with the air. It was fresh and cleansing, crisp yet warm, with a touch of easy in the breeze. Ladies, we call that the last day of a well-deserved Indian Summer. Finally, my other sister called to chat and described to me her day. "Well, I got up and did 45 loads of laundry. And that made me very cranky". I laughed my ass of with her about this household duty that never ceases. But her day was still good and her mood was easy.
It's days like these when I not only know magic exists, I see it in action. I am a part of it's act. There's a bit of magic at the turn of each season but most of all, at that moment when summer says it's final long goodbye, leaving us with the most beautiful, cherished, and memory longed for during the winter months.